Poems About the Environment
Brought up the first but always the last,
smiling widely as the days pass,
no one sees they are as fragile as glass.
Love is in the air for whom,
The shadow of bloom.
Shores of the seas for whom,
The shadow of bloom.
Deep in the ocean, I am.
Where no one can see me.
No one is even there to conquer.
Where no one can approach me.
Brooklyn, Brooklyn you made me, the way that I act the wjhole world can see.
In a world warming, change is our decree,
For carbon's grip, we must set free.
Actions we take, the path to renew,
Your skill is to throw a little dust of love into the deep well,